Текст песни Земфира - в утренний сонный час

Zemfira

Slowly return gas
Floated on the tired room
Not touching the eye
Those that you are unlikely to remember

I beat uneven heartbeats
Thoughts seemed bare
Pistol sadness
It was aiming straight at his head

Points flew down
Swearing obscenities wipers
I choose life
Standing on the windowsill

In the morning a sleepy hour
At the hour when all melted
I love you
Marina Tsvetaeva

 Marina Tsvetaeva
 
Anna Akhmatova

Narrow, non-Russian camp -
Over folios.
Shawl of the Turkish countries
Pala as a robe.

You pass them one
Bent black line.
Cold - in fun, heat -
In your dejection.

Your whole life - chills,
And the end - what is it?
Cloud - dark - forehead
Junior demon.

Each of the earth
You tune - a trifle!
And unarmed verse
At the heart of our aims.

In the morning a sleepy hour
- It seems that a quarter of the fifth -
I loved you,
Anna Akhmatova.